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CHAPTER XIII

THE pale sunshine washed over the wide boards of the floor, on
which Mr. Munn's eyes were fixed. Professor Ball's voice pro-
ceeded : " —will sing unto the Lord, for He hath triumphed
gloriously: the horse and his rider hath He thrown into the
sea. The Lord is my strength and song, and He is become
my salvation: He is my God, and I will prepare Him an
habitation; my father's God, and I will exalt Him. The Lord
is a man of war: the Lord is his name. Pharaoh's chariots

and his host-----"  He held the book in his left hand and his

right forefinger traced each line as he read it, pausing at the
end of a verse, then moved forward again. He did not lift
his glance from the page as he read on through the chapter,
but now and then he would close his eyes behind the spec-
tacles, and the forefinger would move on, line by line, keeping
pace with the uttered words, and the voice would become
more emphatic, more rapt, "—the mighty men of Moab,
trembling shall take hold upon them; all the inhabitants of
Canaan shall melt away. Fear and dread shall fall upon
them; by the greatness of Thine arm they shall be as still as
a stone; till Thy people pass over, 0 Lord, till the people pass
over, which Thou hast purchased."

While he read, the five women, his daughters, who sat in
the tall, unvarnished, ladder-backed chairs facing him, never
took their eyes off his face. All of them sat with the same
posture, erectly and easily, their busts carried high, their
hands clasped gently in the lap. The four boys, pupils at the
academy, had their heels hooked over the bottom rungs of
the chairs, and their heads already bowed, as though in
preparation for the prayer that was to come. Cautiously, they
glanced up now and then, while Professor Ball's voice went
on, at the blue sky beyond the windows or at the open door